Questions.

Cross legged and cozed up in my haven,equipped with an array of trivial pleasures really builds up self loathing. To think that somewhere out there ,halfway around the globe numerous beings braves out blood baths and fight for their lives every single day because of their beliefs. Displays of tear stained cheeks, clad in blood stained apparels. Living (if you could call it that) under the tyranny of a relentless beast. If i could make a change i would. This all anchors me down to the cliches of all cliches : why are we so ignorant, so selfish,so ungrateful? Im not a saint but im not a devil either.